On this Cicero says what will later be echoed by that great Antonine, Aurelius, and later by Shakespeare when they write the world is just a stage and each must play their own part.
Cicero writes
Away, then, with those follies such as that it is miserable to die before our time. What time do you mean? That of nature? But she had only lent you life, as she might lend you money, without fixing any certain time for its repayment. Have you any grounds of complaint, then, that she recalls it at her pleasure?
Loved this!
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Me too
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Wise guy, Cicero was.
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You can say that again
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“O death, where is thy sting.” For death is merely a messenger
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My brother, where have you been hiding?
Where is thy sting, O death?
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Ha ha ha, sometimes one has to hibernate. But I am well my brother. How are you?
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I am good, can’t complain. Should look for you soon
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Good to hear that. Sure, we can always find the time
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No complaints. Just making the most of it đ
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As you should. You are on the stage to play your part as long as the blind director wills it
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That was well said.
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I know. I don’t think we have improved on that thinking in the last 2000 years
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